“So, I looked and looked. I got my hands on everything related to the island without showing your father. Then again, most of them were gibberish to my eyes. I ended up shelving all of them and living my life the way I used to.” Mauve then scoffed with a venomous smile. “Then, Anthony finally lost it.”
She sighed and shifted her weight to a different arm. “Too much money to spend, too many bottles to drink, too many women to fuck every night… Anthony forgot what the island was all about. We did have problems, and he did end up hanging out of our lives. I finally closed that box and figured the island wouldn’t bother you anymore.”
Mauve turned her head away. “Then… you didn’t come back from your trip. When you sent me that message, I grew worried. I tapped into Martin’s tower to find you, and you were suddenly the divine bride who made miracles with the help of the demon deity. I was like… so Anthony wasn’t lying.”
